In the swirling storm of warring souls, Chaos dances with unruly roles, Yet within this tumultuous spree, Geometry whispers, setting us free.

Symmetry reigns amidst the fray, A beacon of order in disarray, Lines and angles, pristine and pure, Guide us through the tempest's allure.

In the midst of darkness, stark and bold, We seek solace in geometry's hold, For within its patterns, clear and bright, We find the essence of pure white light.

So let chaos swirl and souls collide, For in geometric balance, we abide, A testament to order's steadfast grace, In the warths of chaos, a serene embrace.

Layer 1, Line 2 & One 3... Be At On3...

Tobahc Sacul & Kurry Ai NYKYDKN